A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

born at

was the one who picked the name

Rouemn, there was a simple building with windows that had a

here would feel comfortable drinking a cup of hot

an individual was trapped in a room all year round, no matter how beautiful the scenery was, it

the window, looking outside. His thin stature made the hospital gown

doctor had almost given up on

still alive. He had lived

was standing behind him with a glass of water and

for you to take the medicine,” Peter reminded him

he had not heard

while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It must be

when

the Evans Gardon

her favorite food,” Mark

response to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about

Mark heard this, he began to fumble in his pocket for

then, he stopped and shook

her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her at all. He knew she hated

call her,”

to give Cecilia too much

sad to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the glass of

“Please take your medicine.

go to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies.

him and swallowed

a nurse came in to

done, Mark

his phone got weaker and weaker until

Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream and it was

gave birth to Alexis. He

almost

still alive. He had lived

a glass of water and medicine in

to take the medicine,” Peter

he had

he murmured, “Today

nose twitched when he

year, the Evans Gardon would

her favorite

didn’t know what to say in response to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about

this, he began to fumble

he stopped and shook his

had thought about calling her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her at all. He knew she

better not call her,” he said to

didn’t have to give Cecilia too much

he stepped forward and handed him the

“Please take your medicine.

you can go to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have

the medicines from him and swallowed

he lay on the bed, and a nurse came in to help put on the medical

she was done, Mark

phone got weaker and weaker until he finally fell

to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream and

where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He

behavior was much like

look at him secretly for a while and

in

his

this point, Mark

hospital room were white, just like

gently closed

felt he needed

warm in the ward, but he felt cold all over

buy the pumpkin pies by

nurse was in

home. He missed his home

and the apartment on Gamous Road,

couldn’t

give up as long as he was

if Cecilia still continued to hate him, even if he wouldn’t survive and have her

stay strong

was finding it difficult

to make paper planes.

told Mark that he would invent a plane when he grew up. The plane would be so fast that

wanted to go there

silly boy. Mark’s pale fingers trembled

back to the hospital

into a snowstorm on his

time. The pumpkin pies are still warm,” he said to

the paper planes Mark had been making and he pursed his

planes and

some of

Mark only actually took

was not more

his mouth, he put down the spoon because he felt

eyes and looked

home and

Angela’s Library

course you will,” Peter cheerfully assured him. But he could see that Mark was

him about it, Mark’s phone rang. It

was around 4 a.m.

somehow a little upset when he looked at the caller ID. For a

it. Maybe Edwin misses you,” Peter urged

broke into

silly boy,” he

answer the phone. It was an international call, so

sounded

heard him when he said, “Cecilia gave birth

had given birth to a girl that had been

so violently

Waylen said, “Mark, Edwin misses you so

Mark closed his eyes.

take a flight to come see you next week. I’ll ask her to take

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

said, “Mark, no matter

knew that except for the emotional entanglement with Cecilia, Mark was a

in the first half of his life. He didn’t deserve to end up

Mark sniffed and

the call, he never even dared to ask to

standing in the room all along, was eager to hear what had been discussed since all he’d heard were the one

“What happened?” he asked.

on the edge of the bed in silence. After a while, he looked up at Peter and

was happy to hear this and he

said

sign on the first day of the new year. And Olivia is a

began to stroke one of the paper

back home to

Angela’s Library

a glance would be

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